When the man was put into the police station cabin, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Having experienced this before, and seeing the agility of the pretend beggar, no one dared to be careless now. Not trusting the handcuffs alone, they wrapped him in ropes like a rice dumpling and even tied him to the table. Being at a local police station, they didn't have any other means available.
With the man taken care of, the folks at the cattle ranch retreated. As they stepped out, no one argued with Old Gao this time. Heizi was especially gracious, hopping onto the motorcycle to send Old Gao back, "Brother Gao, you're injured, don't ride the bike yourself, let me take you back."
Being called 'Brother Gao' by Heizi in such a polite manner wasn't something Old Gao was accustomed to. He smirked, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It's a tiny scratch."
Still, he got on the motorcycle and let Heizi drive him back.
